It is Monday morning.

Consciousness creeps into my mind
early in the morning,
in the cold light
of twenty to six.
My alarm is due to go at half-past.
For forty minutes, I lie in a semi-dream state
worrying about having to get up
and not wanting to go back to sleep
because of that one
moment that comes when my radio
(which is stuck on static mode
because I could never work out how to fix it)
jolts me awake;
and finally, I get up of my own steam
and stare at the alarm
waiting for it to go off.
When it does, the noise is a shock
so I switch it to silent and hesitate to put on
my clothes, which I know will cement the reality of
another school day.

I sit on the edge of my bed and stare at the scabs on my knees.